The world is broken, the cubs mend it

Yuanyuan waited for her father to clear a path before following him out. She grabbed a handful of snow with her little hands, rubbed it into a small lump in her palm, and threw it at her father.

In the ice and snow, a breath will turn into white mist.

Qi Siyue felt something hitting him from behind. He turned around and saw that it was the little kid who was making trouble. He grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at the kid.

The snow that had not been balled up had a large attack surface, and Yuanyuan was unable to dodge and was all over her face.

Aqiu——

Yuanyuan sneezed because of the cold and hid her little hands in her pockets.

"Dad, I'm so cold!"

Maybe she had stayed in the heated living room for too long, and when she came out she was shivering with cold.

Qi Siyue came out of the house and exercised for a while with the shovel in his hand. At this moment, he felt hot and sweaty all over.

Judging from the videos circulating on the Internet, the range of zombies is still expanding. Groups of them are wandering in the streets. They don't seem to be afraid of the cold. Their hands are stiffly stretched forward looking for prey.

But why are the child's hands a little red from the cold?

He was so worried about the child's condition that he sent Jiang Rang several messages.

Qi Siyue: Are zombies afraid of the cold?

Qi Siyue: Do you think it would be helpful for zombies to drink human medicine if they catch a cold?

Jiang Rang has been very busy lately, and his hair feels like dandelions, falling out in clumps when he pulls it.

While drinking water, I would take some time to check my phone to see if there was any news from my family. I was always overwhelmed by Qi Siyue's questions.

Jiang Rang: Research has shown that zombies have completely lost the consciousness and senses that humans have. They can no longer feel pain and are naturally not afraid of the cold.

Jiang Rang: Are you drinking chicken feather cold medicine?

Jiang Rang: Why are you always concerned about zombies? Do you want to live?

Qi Siyue looked at the screen of his mobile phone and randomly picked an emoticon to send over.

After a long time, Jiang Rang really couldn't hold it in any longer and asked him: Were you bitten by a zombie?

"No, I'm not worried. I'm just curious about what I'd do if I became a zombie."

Qi Siyue sent him a voice message, saying that the child might not have mutated well and his skin had changed, which was why he was so afraid of the cold.

"You should be worried. Be careful when you're alone in the mountains."

Jiang Rang replied to his message. There was a noisy noise in the voice chat. It should be a colleague calling him. He said goodbye hurriedly and left.

Looking at the child whose hands were red from the cold, Qi Siyue asked her to go back to the house to rest.

The little guy ignored the advice and took a small shovel in his hand, scraping off the snow layer by layer to thin the snow and make it easier for his father to remove the snow with a snowplow.

The villa was too large, so Qi Siyue simply cleared all the snow around the doorstep and piled it outside.

Yuanyuan's palms were warm after a period of work, but her little hands were still a little red.

"Tired?"

Qi Siyue wiped the sweat from the child's forehead, put the snowplow into the warehouse, and took her back to the house to keep warm.

"Not tired!"

Yuanyuan exhaled a breath of hot air, white smoke floated into the air, and she stretched out her little hand and grabbed it.

Although there was no redness or swelling, Qi Siyue was still worried and found some anti-frostbite ointment to apply to the child.

The heavy snow lasted for half a month, and there was a power outage in many places. The people in the village were trapped in their own small village due to the heavy snow.

However, the villagers have their own fields and firewood, so it has little impact on their three meals a day.

Some remote mountain villages and towns have not yet been infected by the virus. Many netizens are grateful that they had the foresight to return to their hometowns early.

Yuanyuan and her father lived a relatively comfortable life hiding in the villa, shoveling the snow in the yard every morning.

There were already several piles of snow like small hills in the villa, and the shorter trees on the hills had been completely covered by the snow.

Qi Siyue gradually got used to having such a little thing wandering around the house every day. His tailoring skills gradually improved, and the styles of children's jackets became more diverse.

The snow stopped for a week and a corner of the snow in the yard melted.

Yuanyuan followed her father like a little follower, and while his father was cutting vegetables, she reached out to grab the cooked meat and eat it.

There were several times when he almost cut her little hand accidentally, causing Qi Siyue to have to keep his eyes on her while cutting vegetables.

"Here, take it and eat it."

He chopped a cooked pork chop for her, a long one with lots of meat on it.

"it is good!"

Yuanyuan happily took the bone and gnawed on it alone while standing in the corner of the kitchen.

Sometimes Qi Siyue would always have an illusion that he was raising a cute puppy.

A week later——

The temperature rose without warning, the scorching sun burned the earth, the snow melted rapidly, and the sound of water could be heard between the mountains.

The snow water in the yard was also discharged through the drainage device, and the air was humid and hot.

The zombies that originally had a chance to be contained suddenly broke out on a large scale, increasing several times overnight, greatly increasing the difficulty of cleaning up.

Judging from the videos posted on the Internet, the streets were filled with darkness, gunshots rang out continuously, and the zombies behind them kept rushing forward after one fell.

The zombies cannot be killed with one shot, and some of them directly jump onto the car and bite it.

A cleaning worker had already been bitten by the virus and bit his companion unconsciously, killing everyone in the car.

Qi Siyue looked at the daily consultations, his brows furrowed into a shape of a "川" (river) and he was frowning all day, feeling anxious about the endless days ahead.

In less than a month, City Z had completely fallen, the number of active netizens on the Internet had decreased, and everyone seemed to have fallen silent.

I don’t know if he is dead or has become one of the zombie army.

This hellish joke was totally unfunny, and Qi Siyue felt as if the rabbit had died and the fox had grieved for him.

Human civilization has suffered an unprecedented blow.

Jiang Rang's contact with him gradually became less and less, and the team moved to a safer place.

Yuanyuan looked at the sun and the withered grass outside the window every day, but she didn't have a clear feeling about the changes in the world.

But Dad always looks sad, as if he is troubled by something.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"..."

Qi Siyue picked up the child with one hand and placed him on his lap, watching the video on his mobile phone.

The streets were filled with zombies, mixed with the cries of painful humans.

He felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, making him feel uncomfortable and unable to breathe.

Looking at the child in his arms, he was afraid that one day this place would be besieged by zombies, or a large number of people would come in to plunder, and the iron wall would be breached, and he would not be able to protect himself or her.

Especially this child, what if she is mistakenly killed as a zombie...

He didn't dare to think about that scene and couldn't accept that thing happening.

"The world outside is very dangerous. I don't know how long I can stay here."

"Dad, don't be afraid. I will protect you."

The little guy raised his little hand and gently touched his father's sad face, and secretly swore in his heart that he must protect his father.

"it is good……"

Qi Siyue forced a smile with great difficulty. He knew the child was stronger than him, but he couldn't smile at all. No matter how strong he was, he was still a fragile child.